The Last Thing On My Mind
It's a lesson too late for the learning, Made of
sand, made of sand. In the wink of an eye my
soul is turning, In your hand, in your hand.
Are you going away with no word of
farewell? Will there be not a trace
left behind? Well, I could have
loved you better, didn't mean to be
unkind, You know, that was the last
thing on my mind.
As we walk all my thoughts are a-tumbling,
'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round. Underneath
our feet the subway's rumbling, Underground,
You've got reasons a-plenty for going, This I
know, this I know. For the weeds have been
steadily growing, Please don't go , please
As I lie in my bed every morning, Without you,
without you, Each song in my breast dies
a-borning, Without you, without you.